Page 68 of Wicked Devotions

“You have the most perfect body, you know that?” he asks as he lavishes even more attention over my chest.

“Not with all these scars,” I say quietly.

He looks up at me, his eyes fierce as they lock on mine. “You’re perfect.”

I watch as he moves lower on my body, his gaze holding mine. He presses his lips to each and every scar, slowly and deliberately without ever looking away. His kisses are deadly, each hitting their mark and stripping me of my shame.

He unhooks the button of my shorts and pulls them down. My panties go next but not until he’shad his fill of teasing my slit with his fingers. He’s too pleased with himself, the damp spot growing on the fabric covering my core.

“Take these off?” I ask as I hook my finger in the waist of his shorts.

“I’m not wearing anything under them.”

“Good.” I grab his hands and pull him down on top of me. “I want to feel you.”

“Feel me where?” His voice is husky as he holds himself over me.

“Inside of me.”

Those words set him free. He doesn’t ask me if I’m sure because he doesn’t need to. He trusts me to know what I want. That trust is the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.

My lips part as he pushes his shorts down, freeing his length. It’s long, and thick, with a wide head and slight curve upward. I reach down and wrap my hand around him. I give him a few long strokes like I know he likes and then I sit up.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“I want to,” I swallow nervously before finishing the sentence, “taste you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know.Iwantto.”

“Fuck me,” he mumbles as he sits back and kicks his legs out. “Who am I to deny you, Angel?”

“Will you tell me what to do?”

His penis twitches, and I look up at him, surprised. “That’s normal. He’s just eager to meet you. Lick the tip.”

I keep my eyes on him as I lower my mouth. He’s braced on his right hand so he can watch me while the tip of my tongue runs across his broad tip. His skin is so soft as I continue my exploration. His jaw twitches as he watches me. I want more of a reaction than just twitching muscles. I want to hear him moan my name the way he made me moan his.

So I wrap my lips around him and test how far back I take him. He curses when his tip hits the back of my throat. I feel his fingers in my hair as he tugs at the roots. He doesn’t pull hard, just uses his hand to guide my head as I get used to him. He jerks inside me, and I’ve never felt more powerful.

“Fuck. Stop.” He pulls out of my mouth. “I’m gonna come down your throat if you keep doing that.”

“Okay.” I move to take him back in my mouth.

“No, not today. Or at least not right now. The first time I fill you with my cum is going to be in your pussy, not yourthroat.”

Heat explodes in my center. His dirty talk makes me feel free. He grabs the sides of my panties and pulls them down. Then he’s wedging his shoulders between my thighs and blowing against my wetness. I reach down and run my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to where I need his mouth.

“What do you want?”

I groan, knowing he’s going to make me use dirty words. He teases me with feather light sweeps of his thumb along my burning flesh.

“Look how you glisten for me.” He looks up my body to my eyes. “Tell me what you want, Angel. I’ll give you anything.”

“Your mouth.”

“Where?” He teases my clit with the tip of his finger. “Here?” Then he trails the same finger down my opening. “Inside your cunt?” He chuckles darkly as I squirm beneath him. “Or maybe here?” He presses against the tight ring of flesh in my backside. “What’s it going to be, hmm?”

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